"Are you as stupid at everything as you are at sums?" she asked when
he had finished, rising from the chair and seating herself on the edge
of the table.

"What a rude thing to ask! Of course not," he replied indignantly. "I
am very good at Latin and history, which I like. But you see father
doesn't care much for them. He was a Wrangler, you know."

"A Wrangler! How dreadful. I suppose that is why he argues so much in
his sermons. I hate history. It's full of dates and the names of kings
who were all bad. I can't make out why people put up with kings," she
added reflectively.

"Because they ought to, 'God bless our gracious Queen,' you know."

"Well, God may bless her but I don't see why I should as she never did
anything for me, though Father does hope she will make him something
one day. I'd like to be a Republican with a President as they have in
America."

"You must be what father calls a wicked Radical," said Godfrey staring
at her, "one of those people who want to disestablish the Church."

"I daresay," she replied, nodding her head. "That is if you mean
making clergymen work like other people, instead of spying and
gossiping and playing games as they do about here."

Godfrey did not pursue the argument, but remarked immorally:

"It's a pity you don't come to our class, for then I could do your